I was bored at home. It got to the point where I decided I would rather have a bad time somewhere that was challenging/interesting/scary than keep being bored. Bad > bored.
The trip to Southeast Asia set the bar pretty high - there weren't any bad times. Even when the Loatian houses were collapsing around me, that was a surreal sort of fun. England, by contrast, has so far been a pretty even mix of good and bad. There've been days when I wonder if I've made a colossal mistake.
When things seem a bit tough, how do you combat it? I went online and found that one of my favourite singers is performing in a couple of weeks. I suspect that neither of my readers will know who I'm talking about when I say that I've got tickets to see Aimee Mann in concert in London. That's the kind of pretty awesome opportunity that would be unlikely in NZ. If she plays "Ghost World" or "Lost in Space", I may squeal.
In the meantime, I'm off to London tomorrow for a BBC TV taping. Should be good. Or bad. But not boring. More soon.